In my swagger, the swank of my scribing,
Composing tomes, lauding chills of darkness.
Staggering verses, erotic copulations and curses,
Poetic attributes of the defining words.
Behind gables of Hoo All Hallows,
Green ivy entwining my mortal soul.
Quaintness of my frolicking loft nest,
Swooning, lost hint of my fist's chastising.
Dripping cum of the poet's cock-tongue,
Ascending one more step up the ladder rung.
Ejaculations of my fetishes with feathered stick,
In pantomime, stroking my prick.
In hospitality, of my visiting night shrew,
Kisses on soft thighs, my thrill brew.
With swill, encouraging my evermore,
Lusting in shadows, forever paramour.
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